Kinda tired of being a squash, but that's where we are.

Still a squash, people! Next week we upgrade!

I don't look like I am carrying a squash, I look like I am carrying a basketball. I actually really love my big belly - except at night! I can't find a comfortable position. I end up trying different pillow combinations and that never work and huffing and puffing every time I turn over. And if the baby wakes up he sometimes decides it's a great time to do a little dance and some gymnastics - at 3 am. Not like he has any concept of time. But when I look over to my sweet husband dreaming away - well, let's just say envious is an understatement.

And speaking of sleeping - what is up with these dreams?!? I know you are supposed to have some vivid dreams due to hormones in the third trimester and I have definitely experienced this. And when I say vivid, I mean that I have woken up and yelled, hit Matt in the face by accident and also just believed that these things really happened.

Here are some highlights from the past couple of weeks:

John Mayer moves into my mom's neighborhood and drives a white Mercedes around (no idea on this one)
An alligator and Java have a stand off and Java doesn't win - this is a bad one and sometimes takes place in my grandfather's backyard
I nurse a baby panda (lovely - I blame this solely on watching a PBS special about baby pandas recently)
I fold baby clothes over and over from a never-ending pile (probably just a vision of what's to come)
I can't nurse the baby and I try to get Matt to (this is a hazy one, but obviously worth mentioning)


So now you know my weird and very anxiety driven subconscious. You might think I am nuts, but no I am just 32 weeks pregnant.